"We're going." She demanded, injecting as much strength and conviction into her voice as she could muster. It wasn't a question, but a fact. They were going.
"Why?" She replied, carrying a heavy sense of aggression at the mere thought, "You know I hate it."
She rolled her eyes, shoving the last of her clothes in a bag, pulling it shut and hurling it over her shoulder. "Have you ever even been?"
Pause. Stumped. "...That's not the point."
"How do you know you hate it if you-"
"I just do."
"I'll say it one last time and then I swear to god I'll just drive away and leave you here." She threatened, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly; "Get in, loser. We're going camping."
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